Window of Happiness

Window of Happiness

“You are certain?”

She stood there, face pressed against the glass window. The lights of the other life shone in her eyes.

“Yes”, she breathed. “That one.”

The stilled imaged showed a woman similar to her in face and form, if a bit more trim and taut. She had her arms around a man, smiling down fondly at a towhead toddler playing at her knee.

“That’s my life.” She turned to the technician. “This is the one.”

The technician nodded, typing a notation into the computer. “Very well, Mrs. Evans, the Life Replacement counselor will be in to meet with you shortly.”

“I don’t need a counselor,” she said to his retreating back, “ I … “ She turned and looked in the glass window again. “I want this.”

The door closed softly. She didn’t notice when it opened again.
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